Old Mr. Waldron grunted. "I said nothing about nurses and carving up legs."
"No, these are only incidents by the way. Well, good-evening." Dr. Norman opened the door.
"Why are you in such haste?" demanded Mr. Waldron.
"I have people waiting for me," returned the doctor curtly. "I am only wasting time here. Good-night."
He went outside, but ere his hand left the door a call from within reached him.
"Come back, you old touch-flint!" cried Mr. Waldron. "You are trying to force my hand—I know you! Well, I'll yield. Let that uncommonly queer child come here; only remember I am to have no trouble, no annoyance. Make your own arrangements—but don't bother me!"
So it came to pass that little Sophy Waldron was received into her grandfather's house all unknowing that it was her grandfather's.
He saw her for a few moments on the day of her arrival.
"I hear you are going to be made strong and well," was the old man's greeting.
"Yes," returned Sophy, with a wise look. "They are going to try and mend me straight. I hope they won't make a mistake this time. Mistakes are so vexatious."